poetry by j matthew waters

a winter that never was

I jotted down some thoughts at 11:15
central daylight time
vernal equinox restarting the clock
snowflakes flat as silver dollar pancakes
hitting concrete slightly warmer than freezing
disappearing like some magic trick
trapped behind this rectangular window
I gaze past rooftops at a sun that isn’t there
daydreaming of warmer days
clouds casting shadows over my
sixth house of logistics
meanwhile everything in front of me
is moving backwards
pedestrians wrapped in wool clothing
pigeons dressed in mock turtlenecks
fedex trucks double parked and idling
my incoherent thoughts
scrambling to recreate
a winter that never was